My father spent his days working on the outside Breaking his back to put clothes on mine When I think of all, all of my heroes He is the first one that comes to my mind My mind My mind My mother filled my head with beautiful daydreams Someday he'll be a king or the president You know some days I still believe them But today I'm too busy trying to scrape off my rent Well come on Cinderella Fold your umbrella And feel the rain Cause it ain't so strange And I got a brother who's a sinner He grows a strange crop in his backyard When the cops come and take him away They even care then He taught his little brother how to play this guitar Well come on Cinderella Fold your umbrella And feel the rain Cause it ain't so strange And I got a brother who's a sinner Cause it ain't so strange And I got a brother who's a sinner Oh no No No